Her mouth moved down to my collarbone, her breath hot and slow against my skin as she dragged her fingers up under my shirt again, this time easing the fabric upward inch by inch. I lifted my arms without thinking, letting her take it off.
The moment it hit the floor, her eyes met mine. Searching. I liked that she was still checking, still asking without words.
“I’m okay,” I said softly.
She nodded, her fingers brushing up my side, grazing the swell of my breast until I gasped.
“You’re sensitive,” she whispered, her mouth following her hands.
“I—yeah…”
The answer broke into a moan as her lips wrapped around my n****e. My back arched off the bed, my body reacting before I could try to keep control.
She moved slowly, switching sides, her tongue circling my n*****s until I was squirmin
